This one is for the boys with the booming system
Top down, AC, with the cooler system
When he come up in the club he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real, he might got a deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of build
Ho cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air but he never fly coach
He motha-****in' trip-trip
Sailor of the ship-ship
When he make it drip-drip
Kiss him on the lip-lip
That's the kind of dude I was looking for
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin', ho
I said excuse me you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my, you're like pelican fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the things on his eye
Oh, yes I did, yes I did
Somebody please tell him who the F I is
I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back the coupes up and chuck the deuce up
